Neverwinter Forest warden

a question in his sharp blue eyes, then; an unspoken want. the listener pressed dark nose to pale temple, murmuring, you have done well, praise, and dismissal; tonight they would receive no more from the realm of spirits, weak as the tether was under the shadow of the mountain of the bear cult.

many hours would pass before the keeper roused again. he would find the listener at his side, a fresh kill at his feet, and the beginning of a long, winding journey waiting for him.